Han Jimei soon discovered how outrageous his imagination was.
Chu Kuang certainly wouldn't write a plot that was meant to be satirical just for the sake of satire.
In this poor family, there are two most precious things, one is Mr. A's three-generation gold watch, and the other is Della's hair. If a rich and beautiful woman lives in the apartment across the patio, Mrs. A will hang her hair outside the window to dry one day, making the lady's jewelry and gifts pale in comparison. If a rich man piles up all his wealth in the basement, Mr. A will take out his gold watch every time he passes by there, so that the other party will be jealous and stare.
This is a very special way of expression.
Because Lan Xing does not have an accent for translating English into Chinese, when Han Jimei saw this kind of text for the first time, he found it difficult to understand but also found it very interesting.
Well, Han Jimei already knew that Mrs. A was planning to sell her hair.
This was a difficult decision as this was Mrs. A's favorite and most proud item.
Her beautiful hair fell on her body like a small black waterfall, rushing and shining.
Her hair fell down to her knees, as if it had formed a garment for her.
She nervously combed her hair quickly.
She hesitated for a moment, standing quietly, a tear or two splashing on the worn red carpet.
The more the words describe how beautiful Mrs. A's hair is,
Han Jimei could feel the woman's reluctance and sadness.
But the woman finally sold her hair, which she was once proud of, and successfully exchanged it for 20 yuan.
The gift she bought was a white watch strap worth twenty-three yuan, which was a huge gain after she bargained with the boss for half an hour.
Mrs. A was overjoyed when she returned home with only 80 cents left.
turn out to be…
Although the gentleman's watch was luxurious, he only wore an old leather belt instead of a watch chain, so he sometimes only glanced at it secretly.
When she got home, she looked in the mirror again and again.
With her short hair and bandages tied around her neck, she looked like a primary school student skipping class.
Only then did she start to worry.
Will the gentleman be angry
Will you scold me severely
After all, he has praised his hair countless times. Am I still as beautiful in his heart without long hair
She hesitated and felt uneasy.
Seeing this, Han Jimei couldn't help but feel sorry for this woman.
If there was a Tang Dynasty in this world, Han Jimei would definitely think of the saying "A poor couple has many sorrows" and then worry about it.
However, what is coming will come.
The story is still from Mrs. A's perspective:
The door opened, and her husband came in, closing it behind him. He was thin and very serious. Poor fellow, only twenty-two years old—and already with a family! He needed a new coat, and he didn't even have gloves.
She really loves her husband.
It’s not that Chu Kuang has been using words to describe how sincere her love is, but the many emotions that can be seen through the details between the lines.
Will the gentleman be angry
Han Jimei was a little afraid to read on, but she continued reading in the end:
"Did you cut your hair off?" the gentleman asked with difficulty, as if he had not yet figured out this obvious fact after racking his brains.
Is this considered anger
Han Jimei, like Mrs. A, was curious about Mr. Yu's current state of mind. She didn't know if a big slap would come at her in the next moment.
Only a scumbag would do this!
If this is the case, she will not easily read Chu Kuang's novels again.
"Not only did I cut it, I also sold it." Mrs. A asked, "Anyway, do you still like me the same way? Although I have no hair, I am still me, right?"
She was cautious to the point of being humble.
The story has actually come to an end at this point.
Han Jimei couldn't figure out how the story would end until she saw the following text:
The gentleman pulled a package from his coat pocket and threw it on the table.
"Don't misunderstand me, dear," he said. "Whether I cut her hair, shave her face, or wash her hair, I love her no less. But if you open the package, you will understand why you have stopped me."
White fingers swiftly tore away the cord and the wrapping paper. Then there was a cry of ecstasy; and then, alas! there was a sudden change into a nervous woman's tears and wails, which immediately required the owner of the apartment to do everything in his power to comfort her.
It's a comb!
The thing that the gentleman took out was the comb that was inserted into his hair.
A complete set of combs, for the temples and the back of the head, everything you need;
It was something that Mrs. A had longed for for a long time, but it was too expensive. She couldn't bear to part with it and had no money to buy it.
This is made of pure tortoise shell! A beautiful comb with jewels on the edges!
The color couldn't be more suitable to match Mrs. A's lost beautiful hair.
The lady knew that this set of combs was very valuable, and she had longed for it, but she had never hoped to possess it. Now it was hers, but the hair that wore these long-desired ornaments was gone.
"… "
Han Jimei opened his mouth wide.
She couldn't describe how she felt at the moment.
However, the text faithfully restores Mrs. A's feelings with details: she held the comb in her arms for a long time before she could raise her misty eyes and say to her husband with a smile: "My hair grows very fast!"
Then Mrs. A took out the watch strap.
She looked at him expectantly and said, "Isn't it beautiful, Jim? I looked all over the city to find it. Now you have to look at your watch a hundred times a day. Give me your watch, I want to see how it looks on it."
Han Jimei smiled.
Although Mrs. A sold her hair, her husband was not angry. He just sighed that the comb had temporarily lost its use.
very nice.
This ending of the story is really full of beautiful imagery, making one almost unable to resist falling in love, even though Han Jimei is a married woman.
Took a sip of tea.
Han Jimei looked at the last paragraph. She thought it would be a summary. Short stories like to have a summary at the end.
Like "This is a beautiful love" or something like that
When she read the following paragraph, she almost spit the tea out of her mouth onto the magazine:
The gentleman did not do as she asked.
He just sank down on the couch, and, with his head in his hands, he laughed: "We've put the Christmas presents aside for the time being, they're too good to use now - I sold the watch and got the money to buy your comb."
The story ends here.
At this moment, Han Jimei was stunned.